stay

delicate shadows
sleep
in the almost light

my warm limbs
heavy and still
in the remnants of night

not yet time to rise
says the gentle rain
on tin

i listen
from inside my cocoon
of sheets and sleepy skin

the soft curve
of my moist eyes
dissolving

in the undulating meadow
between awake
and dream

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